“Go home, Jason,” he said, releasing me from his grasp before shoving me away. “And don’t come back here again.”
I left his apartment and started crying as soon as the elevator doors closed and I kept crying as I got into my car and headed back to Philadelphia. Thankfully, the tears had stopped by the time I reached the tollbooth at the Ben Franklin Bridge. At least the toll collector wouldn’t have to see me bawling like a fucking baby.